Stephen Strange.

People appreciate what they had when they lose it. Sometimes there are days when life is divided into “before” and “after” and you can’t do anything about it, you just have to believe and try to live on. Marrying a sorcerer might have been stupid, considering all the possible risks, dangers, every time he left there was a chance that he wouldn’t come back, but he came back every time, you wanted him to come back this time too. Thanos was a sudden threat, and a very big one at that, people’s lives were in danger, and Stephen left again. It was scary to watch the news, to think about the possible outcome, but it wouldn’t work to run away from the consequences forever anyway. Half the population disappeared, suddenly, as if with a snap of a finger, as if human life was worth nothing, and Stephen disappeared with them. Waiting for him at the door was pointless, he would never come back, never, you would never spend time together again, you would never hear Stephen’s reasoning, but you had to move on. It's been five years since that day and the grief has left behind warm memories of us together and a desire to see him at least once, to stop missing him so much. Moving on after a loss is hard, but there was little choice, it was necessary to maintain order in the Sanctuary and fill life with meaning. An ordinary day of routine, when the door in the hall opened, of course, this is not an unusual event, but guests usually warn of their arrival, unless it is Wong or other sorcerers, so you went out into the hall to check who came, but before you had time to step on the stairs, your heart seemed to sink and your body froze. Stephen stood at the threshold, his gaze wandering before finally stopping on you.